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♡ Threatened

"Michael Jackson punches Martin Bashir! >:D"

This imagine was requested by: FreddyFazbearFan25

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"Iv'e had no plastic surgery on my face, just my nose," Michael tells Martin Bashir in this 2002 documentary called Living with Michael Jackson. "It helped me breathe better so i can hit the higher notes-"

"But are you Michael-are you honestly saying that you've only had one operation?" says Martin Bashir.

"Two."

"You've had two?"

"As i can remember."

You sit comfortably in a chair behind the cameras, watching your husband answering all these horrid questions by a man who calls himself a journalist. You try to restrain yourself from beating the shit out of Martin because of his attitude and ignorance, taking deep breaths, wanting this to be over already.

You tried to convince Michael that this interview would be a bad idea, considering each time he gives an interview he knows what he's in for with the twisting of words and the scum journalists. But for some reason, Michael thought that this documentary would be a good idea to clear some rumours up and hopefully show the world who he really is, but as it's reaching an end you can see that it's done exactly the opposite.

As the interview goes on, so do the conversations between Martin and Michael, each straining to get their point across in a way where they don't show  what they really think of each other.

"When Gavin was in Neverland, he talked about the fact that he shares your bed with you," states Martin.

"Yes," Michael confirms.

"Do you understand why people would worry about that?"

"Because their ignorant."

"But do you think it's appropriate to share a bedroom with a child whom is not related to him at all?"

"That's a beautiful thing-"

"That's not a worrying thing?"

"Why should i be worried? Who's the criminal? Who's Jack the ripper in the room?"

You giggle at Michael's enthusiasm to show this idiot that everything he does is completely innocent.

"Did you ever sleep in the bed with them?"

"No, but i have slept in the bed with many children, i sleep in the bed with all of them."

You press your face into your hands.

Dammit Michael  you think.

You've already been over with Michael how he can convey himself correctly without making what he says sound like something wrong. You sigh, i guess he forgot all of that.

The interview finishes up and when the cameras are off, Michael walks around the other side of the room and pecks your lips.

"I'm sorry," you whisper to him in the crook of his neck.

"Don't be, sweetheart, it's okay." He strokes the back of your hair with his hand then pulls away. "I need some water."

"I think that went pretty well, don't you?" Martin asks Michael.

Michael plonks the glass back on the table after he finished drinking and says, "Hmf, not really."

You're surprised at him, and try to steer him away from Martin before this gets ugly.

"Okay, Michael how about we go sit down somewhere...else?"

"Then you go, i'm staying here," says Michael.

"Really, if you didn't like it, i'm-"

"You call yourself a...journalist?" Michael cuts Martin off.

You're becoming anxious as to where this is going but want it to stop. "Michael. Please. Stop-"

"I trusted you to show everyone the truth, except you manipulated everything i had to say." Michael grabs your hand and begins leading you out.

Martin looks surprised, but also perplexed. "Wait, we still have a little while to go, i can do a better job next time if you would like me to-"

"Oh and one more thing," Michael says as he stops and turns around.

"What's that boss?"

Suddenly, what Michael did shocked you. He just threw a punch into Martin's right cheekbone.

"You should feel threatened by me."

Your jaw hangs open. You can't believe what Michael just did. This isn't him - this isn't him at all.

He turns around back to you and his facial expression softens. "So, how about adopting two kids from every continent around the world like i was saying, as soon as i'm done here?"

You're speechless, lost for words as you look down at Martin sprawled on the floor, not moving an inch.

"S-sure, baby."

He smiles. "Good."

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Wow, iv'e never written about Michael being violent before. I saw the request idea and i fell in love with how i came up with the 'threatened' title idea.

Let me know if you want me to write about this kind of Michael more, or the sweet one. I personally had fun writing this, lol XD

L.O.V.E,

Demi :)